PFC Chapter 1256 The Young Lady’s Choice (1)
Chapter 1256 The Young Lady’s Choice (1)
At noon, Feng Yuan, the village chief of Dafeng Village, was having lunch at home. However, his wife Liu Xing saw him holding the bowl but not moving his mouth, so she couldn't help but say, "Boss, I see you've been like this every time these days.
This lawsuit, is it because the higher-ups have assigned some difficult task? If you ask me, the higher-ups... "
Feng Yuan stopped his wife's mouth just as she was halfway through the conversation. "Stop talking nonsense! Whatever the higher-ups say or do has been thought about by the cadres for a long time. It's not our turn to discuss it. Have you forgotten about the Shangshan Village chief's affairs? Why are you still talking nonsense here?"
When this was brought up, Liu Xing didn't continue the previous topic. She just muttered quietly, "I only asked this because you've been so gloomy these past few days. You're so concerned that you've caused trouble! You really have no conscience."
Feng Yuan also knew that he was a little embarrassed, so he scratched his head a little embarrassedly. He had been worrying about the matter for several days and had not come up with a solution, so he thought he could talk to his wife.
"Alas! It's already autumn, and the rain is getting less and less." Feng Yuan put down the bowl in his hand. "You know, there are often dry thunders in our back mountain at this time. It was thanks to someone patrolling the back mountain yesterday, otherwise the mountain would have caught fire, which would have been a big deal."
There is a large forest on the back mountain of Dafeng Village. Every autumn when the leaves fall, there are many dead branches and leaves, which can easily cause forest fires.
In terms of human factors, the words of the village chief Feng Yuan are still effective, but when it comes to thunder, he really can't do anything about what happens in heaven.
After hearing this, Liu Xing understood: "We've done everything we can. Even if a wildfire does break out, we can put it out in time. Don't worry. Our ancestors have lived this way for generations. There have been countless wildfires, big and small, and the forest is still fine!"
I'm really afraid of what's coming!
The next afternoon, when the villagers were working in the fields, they heard several thunder explosions in succession.
The thunder was dry and crisp. Even though it was some distance away, the sound was so loud that it still made the villagers in the fields feel uneasy.
Feng Yuan was discussing something with Wang Hongjun, the leader of the production team, and the two were talking!
When thunder sounded, the two men looked towards the mountain behind almost at the same time.
"Village chief, this thunder doesn't sound right!" Wang Hongjun's face was full of worry. "Two years ago, there was a similar thunder. At that time..."
Feng Yuan didn't say anything, but just climbed onto a big rock on the side, stood on tiptoe and stared at the sky above the forest on the back mountain.
But after a long time, no black smoke was seen.
"Let's take a look first!" Feng Yuan climbed down again. "Besides, there are villagers patrolling the back mountain these days. If something really happens, someone will come to report it."
After hearing this, Xu Hongjun felt a lot more at ease. No matter what, there was no warning gong sound now, which was the best news.
Feng Yuan said this, but he was still worried. In fact, the biggest purpose of his words was to comfort the villagers.
"It's okay, it's okay, let's all continue working!" These words should have been said by the village chief Feng Yuan, but seeing that the other party had not moved for a long time, Wang Hongjun took the initiative to say it for him.
After the villagers dispersed, Wang Hongjun whispered, "Village Chief, is there really something wrong with this mine?"
He became the production team leader only last year. Now he and Feng Yuan are a pair of older and younger people, so Wang Hongjun regards Feng Yuan as his elder.
Of course! They were related to each other. If you really counted, they were cousins. Wang Hongjun had to call Feng Yuan his uncle.
Feng Yuan said nothing, but waved his hand and pulled Wang Hongjun aside: "If you have nothing to do now, go to the mountain too. It's not that I'm afraid of those young people being lazy, but I'm worried that they lack experience."
Wang Hongjun nodded and went to the back mountain.
Even though such arrangements had been made, Feng Yuan felt uneasy throughout the afternoon and couldn't help but glance at the mountain behind every once in a while.
Time passed little by little. Although Wang Hongjun did not come back, there was no movement in the back mountain.
There was no more thunder, and Feng Yuan gradually felt relieved.
Just as it was getting dark, something unexpected happened – a few children playing on the edge of a field suddenly pointed at the mountain behind them and shouted, “There’s smoke! There’s black smoke coming out of the mountain behind them!”
Next came a militiaman with black ash on his face, running into the village while beating a gong. His voice was so loud that it made his throat crack: "Fire! There's a fire in the back mountain..."
Feng Yuan had just taken the water his wife handed him. When he heard this, his hand shook and the water immediately spilled all over him: "What! There's really a fire!"
"Village chief, quickly organize to put out the fire!" the militiaman panted. "The fire hasn't started yet. Quickly arrange for someone to follow me up the mountain."
Before Feng Yuan could speak, other villagers nearby said, "The thunder was clearly at noon, how come we only see the smoke now?"
The militiaman rubbed his face and said helplessly, "The thunder at noon set off the forest on fire, but it wasn't just one place. We put out the fire three or four times in a row, and this was the last one. I didn't expect that such a small spark would cause such a strong fire."